My name is Gian, and I am twenty-six years old. I’ve been at a tax office for over a year. During one of my routine rounds of checking on patients in a hospital ward, I observed a young woman who had recently given birth. The delivery went smoothly, and the baby was fine, but mother appeared to be in a peculiar condition of despair. She was seated in the corridor, her face devoid of delight. She was disappointed and worried.

I approached her and attempted to converse with and soothe her. She was a lovely young lady with regular features, chestnut hair, anthe d wide green eyes that were full of tears. Her given name was. She told me her heartbreaking story. She was an orphan who obtained a state apartment when she turned 18. She then enrolled in university and excelled academically. She went to classes during the day and worked in the evenings to support herself.

That’s when she felt she met a nice person who would be a good parent to her newborn baby. Everything was going great at first, and they adored each other. He committed to marrying her. However, it did not survive long. He vanished as soon as he discovered she was pregnant and never returned. She was left utterly alone with her kid in her arms, unsure of how to go.We talked all night, into the early hours of the morning.

I liked her more and more as we talked. She was inexperienced and young , but she was a wonderful person. I drove her home after she was released from the hospital, helped clean up the flat, and stayed with them for the night to help with the baby. By the next morning, I knew I had fallen in love with her and couldn’t fathom my life without her. That’s how we were married, and we’ve been living together for four years. We now have a boy of our own, and I adore both of them. I never expected to meet my life mate in a hospital, and I’m glad for this divine intervention.